I cannot imagine how fulfilling it will feel to spend time living our lives knowing that this man is dead. He meant less than dirt to all of us and I mourn the fact that we wasted our hope on him. With his passing, this man is leaving behind all his useless efforts and disgust in hell. Thank god he is out of our sight and will be forever longer.

This man shared a bottomless pit of negative emotions and a scowl on everyone he met. I have never met a man among mortals that valued his continued existence, and I am honored to speak on behalf of all attending this funeral to announce our feelings freely. His cold dead body suits his cold. Dead. Soul. 

His majesty, in all his purity, has determined so. This man’s life was lived in vain, wasted in acts upon acts of futility. His majesty gave him life; a chance to redeem the sins of man and he wasted it. He procrastinated every day in his life, every meaningful opportunity. There are no more words for his incompetence. 

That is all. Thank you to everyone who attended today.

What am I watching? Comes the conscious thoughts. 

Is this my funeral? Tears subconsciously trail down his cheeks, over his lips and the saline melds with his saliva. 

I’m so sorry. He chokes on his strained throat.

I tried so hard not to be a failure, but it--- He breaks down fully.

The trail of tears runs their course, leaking through his nose and bubbling into his mouth under the pressure of his sobbing. 

His soul floats through the void, the scene flushing to darkness, his vision attempting to focus on an image that will never come back.

But it gets dragged back. A contract. There is no distinction between demons and angels among gods, but if you must categorize this god, she is a demon.

His heart restarts at 200 beats per minute but the boy cannot tell what is going on around him under the sound of his heart pounding and the shock of seeing the light. 

The ashy man speaks to himself in vain, “And that’s a vision. Wait till you see her.” The statement comes out meekly as his cheeks grow rosy in self reflection of the Deity he so very much loves, before he disappears from the horizons of the destruction zone.